Now he's dead
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Alexey, 300+

The boy stumbled blindly through the light vegetation. Tears made the terrain bulge and transform into nasty figures and shapes, but the boy was already scared out of his mind. His bum still burned from the kick, and his face throbbed painfully after the kick had sent the boy flying into the wall. His tears flooded with both pain and fear, and his muzzle was red with nosebleed from the impact with the wall. He did not know exactly where he was going, but his destination was the lovely Caregiver’s cabin. He had not been there often, but he had always thought he would be able to find it. Now the boy was not sure, but he did not dare to slow down in fear of having his father trail him. Hell, the boy did not even dare to turn around to check. Lilac eyes were glued forward, although oblivious to what he saw. Sobs forced themselves out between hurried breaths and left him empty for the air he so sorely needed to be able to keep up the speed.

Finally he crashed into the ground and did not get up. All he could do was to hiccup pathetically and cry. He was closer to Alexey’s cabin than he realized, but there was too much chaos for there to be room for clear thought. He could only sniffle and press his forehead against the cool grass. This was all he could ever do. Make people angry or sad and cry. Daddy hated him, and Alexey had been so angry with him not long ago. Maybe she too would disappear just like mommy had. He always felt like dying, maybe that would be best so that he would not be so much trouble anymore. It was all just too bad, that life could not improve. It just revealed that Conor was the mean and bad one here.

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